November 29, 2006

I don’t know why, but Irelynd loves to put her blankie/shirt on her head and run around like a crazy girl.Â This typically occurs after dinner or right before bedtime.Â She goes so fast, I have a hard time catching her in action!

November 27, 2006

November 24, 2006

As tempting as some of the sales were, we decided to skip the crowds and get a jump start on Christmas decorating (my idea):-) Irelynd was a big help holding the ladder for daddy as he put the Christmas lights on the house.

November 23, 2006

We had a very nice and relaxing Thanksgiving day. My neighbor and I combined cooking duties, which made it easy to enjoy the holiday without cooking the day away. Irelynd had a great time eating and hanging out with her friends, Ethan and Alexa.

November 20, 2006

November 18, 2006

I never thought I’d see the day, but it has actually started to cool down here a little bit. We have had mid 70’s during the day, and 40’s at night.Â We have especially welcomed the cool nights with open arms.Â Nothing is worse than trying to sleep when it’s too hot!Â Even Irelynd is excited.Â She gets to wear her footed sleepers (that aren’t quite footed).Â Now all that’s left to do, is sit back and wait for the snow

November 17, 2006

My friend Amy was taking her daughter to get her hair cut today, and talked me into taking Irelynd along for a cut. Irelynd was not so happy about the whole event. At first she wouldn’t have anything to do with sititng in the salon chair. But after a little persuading, and a box of raisins, she decided if she could sit on my lap, she would let the nice, patient lady cut her hair! After three minutes, Irelynd had experienced her first haircut (it doesn’t look any different from when we walked in).

November 15, 2006

Whatever bad times may come, or whatever perplexity, there is almost always close at hand, waiting for one, some plain thing to be done. It may be a mere matter of routine an item in the day’s regular business; it may be the exercise of some consideration for another; it may be only silent patience; but it is always something. And always one has the choice to do it or decline it. One can go through his work well or shirk it. One can consider his neighbor or neglect him. One can repress the fever-fit of impatience or give it wild way. And the perpetual presence of such a choice leaves no hour without guidance.